I can imagine it. Prim. My Prim, watching, and frightened at the sight of her sister FIGHT to the death. Poor thing, she must be so scared.
I wish i was there beside her, to comfort her, help her, hold her and tell her "it's OKAY." How can I? When i know deep down, those things are a lie.
Lies, secrets. So many things are kept from you, My Prim.
Prim, the truth is, I CAN'T comfort you. I CAN'T help you. And i CAN'T hold you, because everything is not OKAY. I'm sorry. So, deeply sorry.